The Spectator ...John Sharpe, 1803 |
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Side 38
... learning . At a coffee - house near the Temple , I found a couple of young gentlemen engaged very smartly in a dispute on the succession to the Spanish monarchy . One of them seemed to have been retained as advocate for the duke of ...
... learning . At a coffee - house near the Temple , I found a couple of young gentlemen engaged very smartly in a dispute on the succession to the Spanish monarchy . One of them seemed to have been retained as advocate for the duke of ...
Side 42
... learning , thought justly , spoke correctly ; it was be- lieved there was nothing in which Valerio did not excel ; and it was so far true , that there was but one : Valerio had no genius for poetry , yet he is resolved to be a poet ; he ...
... learning , thought justly , spoke correctly ; it was be- lieved there was nothing in which Valerio did not excel ; and it was so far true , that there was but one : Valerio had no genius for poetry , yet he is resolved to be a poet ; he ...
Side 57
... learning , as it is of more consequence to adjust the true nature and measures of right and wrong , than to settle the distance of the planets , and compute the times of their circumvolu- tions . • One good effect that will immediately ...
... learning , as it is of more consequence to adjust the true nature and measures of right and wrong , than to settle the distance of the planets , and compute the times of their circumvolu- tions . • One good effect that will immediately ...
Side 117
... . Our forefathers looked upon nature with more reverence and horror , before the world was en- lightened by learning and philosophy ; and loved to astonish themselves with the apprehensions of witch- craft , prodigies 419 . 117 SPECTATOR .
... . Our forefathers looked upon nature with more reverence and horror , before the world was en- lightened by learning and philosophy ; and loved to astonish themselves with the apprehensions of witch- craft , prodigies 419 . 117 SPECTATOR .
Side 125
... and allusions from the sciences in which they are most conversant , so that a man may see the compass of their learning in a treatise on the most indifferent subject . I have read a discourse upon 421 . 125 SPECTATOR .
... and allusions from the sciences in which they are most conversant , so that a man may see the compass of their learning in a treatise on the most indifferent subject . I have read a discourse upon 421 . 125 SPECTATOR .
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Side 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Side 349 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Side 218 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 368 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Side 142 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Side 369 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
Side 74 - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
Side 71 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Side 349 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Side 218 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade...